Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.